AT A PAINFULLY SLOW SPEED UP THE TWATTY JAG-LADEN SLOPE OF THE MUSICIANS CORNER...Who talked you into this? you want to get off now but it's too late - you saaiiiid goodbyyyye to the grouuuuuUUUUUUUND....in what feels like hours of increasing nausea and ennui and the echoing of moronic laughter from the rear cars.

A little wee comes out

you creap over the crest and have to hold your vomit at the sight of

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